What Should Not Be Unearthed
Waxen one who feedeth by stealth Coiled one who liveth on the Inert Ones I will not be Inert for thee I will not become infirm for thee Thy poison shall not enter into my members For my body is as the Body of Atum If I am not weak Suffering from thee shall not enter Into these limbs of mine I am Atum At the head of the Primordial Waters My protection is from the Gods Who art the cords of eternity I am he whose name is secret More Holy of Throne than the Chaos Gods I have gone forth with Atum I am he who is not examined I am hale, I am hale Burn in flames thou creature of Wax Coiled fiend who leadest away victims and destroyeth them Thou who prey upon the weak and the helpless May I never become helpless Thy poison shall never enter my corpse For my bones are as the bones of the God Tem Since he dost not suffer collapse I shall not suffer collapse Let not the pains of death Eat into my remains I am the God Tem at the Mouth of the Abyss I am he whose name is hidden Whose sanctuary is holy for millions of years I came forth with the God Tem I am he who shall not be condemned
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
Apep defieth Asar This book of the most secret cult of the ruby star Given to none, save the shameless in deed as in word No man shall understand this writing, too subtle for the sons of man The ruby star has shed its blood upon me That which is to be denied shall be denied That which is to be trampled shall be trampled That which is to be spat upon shall be spat upon Burnt in outer fire Awakened into life and into death The kindling of a great fire and a devouring I shall smite the altar with a scourge and blood shall flow The veil is called shame And shall comfort the heart of the secret stone with warm blood The watchers will drink there of I Apep the serpent am the infernal heart of IAO Isis shall await Asar And I am in their midst I am Apep O thou slain one Thou shalt slay thyself upon my altar I will have thy blood to drink And my children shall suck upon the wine of the Earth which is blood Which raiseth up the black Earth I fear nothing for I am nothing But me thou shalt fear My prophet within whose bowels I rejoice As I slay thee in my lust I will overcome thee New life shall illuminate thee with the light that is beyond the stars Thou shalt scream with the joy and the pain and the love But there shall be no sound heard but this my lion roar of rapture Yea, this lion roar of rapture
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
In the Name of the God Amun I wage war North to Gaza I marched my armies of chariots and infantry Twenty thousand strong to crush a revolt of vassal states Rebellious kings of Kadesh and Megiddo Syrians allied with the Mitanni and Amurru Built their settlements taken over the trade route of the Dia Maris Through treacherous mountain passes to descend upon the Canaanites On the Plain of Esbraelon we rode forth bringing carnage and death With chariot and composite bow Attacking in concave formation Vicious three winged piercing spearhead swiftly overwhelming both Canaanite Flanks Fearlessly I smote their center Savagely we broke the enemy's will Heavy slaughter and bitter suffering did we inflict upon them At the Word of the God Amun I waged war In the Name of the God Amun I sanctioned atrocities Wanton cruel remorseless in the Name of the God Amun Surrounded scattered broken demoralized shamed defeated The Rebels fled into the city of Megiddo Trapped like rats they closed the gates behind them Seven months we lay siege to Megiddo utterly breaking the League of Rebels I Thutmose III have brought doom upon the Rebels Vicious and pitiless destruction have I inflicted upon the vanquished I have slaughtered the captives Slain the wounded, enslaved their women, massacred their populace Killed their people by the tens of thousands I have hacked up their lands, desolated their towns Cast fire into their dwellings laid settlements to waste I have made mounds of their cities Cut down their fields of grains, felled their trees Every resource of life have I denied them Their resettlement can never take place I have destroyed them utterly at the Word of Amon Ra
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
Far better to remain forgotten Far better to be thought of never again Far better for it to lie undisturbed It should not have been unearthed It should not have been ever made known It should not have been allowed to ever again see the light of day The unendurable truths of who we actually are The excruciating and unbearable secrets of the origins of the human race Should never have been exhumed from their ancient entombment To saw madness and self annihilation Amongst the weak willed and deluded masses of this world We should have remained hopelessly lost in blind self delusion We should have prayed to never learn Of the mind rending truth of the lineage of mankind Far better to live in blissful ignorance Far better to be unaware Of the Grotesque creatures which spawned our race Of our unwritten sickening genealogy Of the wretched mockery of creation That evolved into man The unguessed horror had long been mercifully hidden in the mists of time The blasphemy against nature that is mankind Was yet undreamed of when forgotten shapes Slithered forth from the Primordial Slime Building strange cities amongst whose last crumbling ruins The first Apes were to wander At the end of truth lies madness
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
Speak not of the gods to me They listen not to the suffering Speak not to me of divine mercy When my eyes see only pestilence, famine and death Speak not to me of the profane When the truth of our existence is called blasphemy And the smoke of plague ridden human carcasses Blackens the horizon Speak no more of wandering unclean spirits Lest they be called by the sound of their names Speak not of forsaking the elder ones I must now seek instead their unholy embrace Speak instead the chants of protection Against the coming of endless swarms of devouring fiends Against the dreaded black clouds of churning hatred Against the malevolence which descends from the sky Against countless voracious messengers of retribution Swarming the innocent and the wicked Lest he who is lord of the demons of the wind Of the evil spirits which infest the air Who layeth hold even unto death Covereth thee with legions of winged terrors Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Speak not of the gods unto me They hear not the screams of the dying Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Evil to protect thee from evil Speak not unto me of the sins of mankind When my eyes see only the evil of the gods Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to cast out evil
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
There is no place in the upper kingdom Not blighted with plague and famine The bones of corpses stripped of flesh litter our towns The desert reclaims the land Corrupt winds of pestilence and contagion Sicken the air with piteous lamentations of despair No living creature great or small Is safe from the starving and the desperate Decades of drought Seven years without rain or annual flood The black Earth is in ruins, cursing the unfed masses Reserves of grain exhausted Cities choked with sand Roving hordes of the starving and emaciated Scour the streets for what scraps they can scavenge Even insects and vermin fear to tread our cities Starving humans migrate like swarms of locusts Eating carrion, corpses, dogs, human excrement, animal dung The poor are forced to commit unheard of atrocities Noble women beg to become slaves and whores Children are dashed against walls Infants are roasted on high ground Those entombed are unearthed Violating the royal dead What the pyramid concealed is defiled Lawlessness unchecked, chaos unopposed The land is deprived of kingship No refuge for the old, the young The weak, the malnourished The diseased sick who are left alone to die As the just and unjust alike descend into wickedness And ravenously turn on each other The age of famine is upon us
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Violent clashes engulf the war torn black Earth Political turmoil brings chaos and ruin upon the upper and lower kingdom Heretics and zealots rape the two lands Brazen rampant looting and wanton vandalism a bleak reality Destroying entire epochs of history Necropolis undisturbed for millennia ravaged The dead not meant to be eaten by dogs or jackals Or broken apart by the greedy and desperate In search of shiny bits of metal Dogs play with human bones Amongst hundreds of deep pits dug into exposed tombs Children scavenge for shards of pottery amongst grisly debris The unwrapped and dismembered remnants of the mummified dead Ancient burial wrappings unravel in the desert wind Broken bits of wooden sarcophagi Shriveled mummified hands bleached skulls spines arm and leg bones Scattered all around like the aftermath of a massacre The temples of the gods defiled Looters hack relics off sacred walls Laying bare hands upon the images of the gods themselves Unearthing what should not be unearthed Thieves ransack antiquities Cutting monuments and statues into small parts to sell upon the black market Manuscripts despoiled, papyri burned, inscriptions defaced The images of the gods defiled Statues stolen priceless coffin reliefs and stelae strewn in sand Thousands of pharaonic god objects melted down Inscriptions and wall paintings desecrated with knife and hammer Limestone casings stripped from atop the lesser pyramids Entire temples disappear, their foundations laid waste Their stones pulled down, taken away and sold To be reused in foreign and profane lands The dried and withered corpses of the preserved dead torched The bones of the royal dead from centuries past Ripped from their ancient slumber Left to be trampled, kicked and faded in the sun As heretics and zealots rape the two lands
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
Khenti Amenti Dead god of the dead Who was old aeons before the lordship of the dead Was usurped by Osiris Long before the priests of Asar Forbade the cannibalism of the dead Those who could not afford to be buried Were to be eaten or burnt Or devoured by crocodiles Or fed to the hyenas and jackals The seven who work slaughter In the lake of fire who feed upon the dead Who hack necks to pieces Who seize hearts and tear them from breasts I beseech thee Feast not upon my heart Devour not the insides of my skull Gorge not upon my entrails Gnaw not upon my limbs Tear not with your teeth the flesh from my bones I pray to the four apes Who sit at the corners of the lake of fire Whose mouths vomit forth flames To propitiate the gods As it was for he who walked forth from the Inferno And wast not burned Let me emerge unscathed from self-immolation Let me be neither seared nor incinerated Let me come forth unmolested Let me not be repeatedly consumed in pits of fire Let me walk forth from fire Let me walk forth from flame Unscathed
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025